*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ The year is 2011. A year for parties, sex, drugs, etc. Rory Paisley newly moved to France for a fresh start, a dream that she had wanted since she could remember.
She expected happiness and adventure, something she never had before. What...
We've been sitting around here for 3 hours after unpacking literally everything and Sage has already trashed the entire place.
Granted, she couldn't find her, and I quote 'special fish socks' which, to be honest, I have no idea what those even are or why she would ever need them.
How they are special? I have no idea. Do I question it? Never.
Yeah, so we need to get out of here for a little while.
I walk down the stairs to see Sage sitting on the couch eating a bag of popcorn while listening to... is that Love on the Brain by Rihanna? Hm, interesting. Kind of love that so much though. Rihanna can fuck me up any day of the week. To her, I am just a hole.
"Sage. It is final. We are going out tonight!" I tell my bestest best friend pointing my finger up to the ceiling, getting her attention because of the loudness in my voice.
"But I'm having fun listening to funky music while throwing different flavors of popcorn in my mouth and looking up hot actors in shows I watch." She pouts as she looks up at me from her seated position.
"Nope. None of that missy. We are gonna see what Paris is all about tonight. Tonight is about new beginnings, you hear me? New beginnings!" I exclaim to her, speaking with my hands to get the message across.
"Okay mommy," She frowns, though she then has a smirk on her face as she looks at me from her spot on the couch. She knows what she just did and she can tell the affect of that word had just worked because my face immediately heats up. She doesn't acknowledge it except for the tiny smirk that plays on her face now. Luckily, she keeps talking, thankfully. "What do you have in mind Ror ror?" she asks me.
"Well... I'm so very glad you asked." I say, shaking off what she said before and smirking back at her.
She squints at me and then pushes off the couch to walk past me to head to her room. While walking past me she hits me on the back of my head.
"Ow, bitch. What the fuck was that for, dickwad." I say while rubbing the back of my head and looking back at a laughing Sage.
"I don't know. Just felt like it I guess." she shrugs her shoulders and walks to her room with a hip to her step.
She is going to be the death of me. Mark my words.
***
So, it's been a while since our riveting conversation and after a long discussion, we have decided to go to a club. Whoop whoop.
How we made this decision you may ask? Well, a magician never reveals their secrets. Meaning I will not reveal how we came to this decision because how we chose the same thing without a screaming match is magic in itself.
But if you really want to know, I'll tell you. We literally just looked up 'places to have fun and listen to groozy music'.
And then we saw it. The perfect place to have fun and listen to funky, hip, groozy music.
Rory's sexy number —>
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